Ploop. That’s the sound a baby horse makes as it is being born.
Okay, I wasn’t talking about the cute kind of baby animals and I’m sorry I mislead you. I can’t tell you why, but I’ve been thinking about animals being born all morning. When you think about it like that, we have it pretty sweet. Your baby doesn’t slide out and flop on the floor on its barely developed legs while you’re having a stroll, or have to fight its way out of an egg. If you can’t pass a baby, there are doctors who will give you a bunch of drugs and cut that thing out of you. If you have AIDS, there are drugs you can take at certain times during your pregnancy so the baby won’t get it too. No matter what the complications, we have some medical solution. When it’s time for us to have a baby, there’s no more survival of the fittest. I can’t really decide how I feel about that.
On a individual level, of course that’s a good thing. No one wants to lose their wife or baby or both.
I wouldn’t want my theoretical baby to die, no matter what the complications with its brain or body. But what does this mean for our species? Are we weakening the whole to preserve the individual? And is it necessarily a bad thing when we’re preserving more potentially great minds? We’ve evolved mentally into a complacent society that no longer sees the world as Us and Them, the Real People versus Everyone Else, and that makes it harder for us to think in terms of the Survivors and the weaker, unimportant people who die off for the greater good.
I guess what I was getting at is that we’d be greatly unprepared for a zombie apocalypse/ full scale alien attack because we’ve all gone soft.